"Get into the house!"

The thin old man led Zhang Yiming into the house.

The house is like the yard, and the decoration is very low-key and luxurious. All the furniture is mahogany. In the bungalows in the northeast, there are few floorings, but now under Zhang Yiming's feet is Qingyishui's wooden floor.

"please."

The thin old man opened the cotton door curtain in the east room and Zhang Yiming walked in.

There were several people wearing black clothes standing in the room. When Zhang Yiming came in, many eyes looked over together.

The atmosphere is very depressing.

"Yiming, come inside."

Yuan Dong walked out of a small room on the inside.

Only then did Zhang Yiming notice that there was a small room inside the room.

Zhang Yiming walked towards Yuan Dong, then followed Yuan Dong into the small room inside, and the curtain was then put down.

"Brother Jiang?"

There is not much space inside, there is only a small table, next to it is a kang, Jiang Liu sat on the kang, with a high quilt on his back, and was wearing a mink coat. Although the temperature in the house was not low, Jiang Liu seemed very cold.

His lips are pale and his face is very bad.

Zhang Yiming suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Brother Jiang, what's wrong with you?"

"Yiming, sit down first. Brother Jiang is very weak now. He has something to say to you."

Zhang Yiming and Jiang Liu did not have a deep relationship, but for some reason, when they saw Jiang Liu now and thought of what might happen, Zhang Yiming suddenly felt very scared.

He sat down, but his waist was numb.

Jiang Liu looked at Zhang Yiming, and the color in his eyes was yellow, like a paste of syrup.

Once upon a time, these eyes were as sharp as eagles, and at one glance they could make people feel like they were being penetrated by a knife.

"Brother Jiang, Yiming has arrived. Don't worry, say anything slowly!"

Yuan Dong's voice was very low, which made Zhang Yiming's uneasiness even wider.

What's wrong with Jiang Liu?

How does it look like it's exhausted?

Not long ago, they were still sitting face to face in the cafe and talking, and were still talking about a big project worth tens of billions!

"Ahem..."

Before Jiang Liu could speak, he coughed. Yuan Dong's face immediately changed. He rushed to the kang, placed a small spittoon under Jiang Liu's mouth, and slapped Jiang Liu's back with the other hand.

But Jiang Liu did not continue to cough. Zhang Yiming felt that Jiang Liu was enduring and pressing down the cough because his face became like a dead tree, and under the dead wood-colored skin, blue veins bulged.

"Yiming, go and call someone."

Zhang Yiming stood up mechanically, as if the soles of his feet slipped when he got up. He rushed out of the room and didn't know who he should call, so he could only shout outside: Brother Jiang is not OK!

Immediately, a man in a white coat ran in from outside and rushed into the room.

It turned out that there were doctors in the yard, and more than one.

Zhang Yiming watched several doctors start first aid, pressed his chest cavity, injected a strong base needle, and finally put on a breathing mask. For an entire hour, Jiang Liu's condition finally stabilized.

But the doctor walked forward and Jiang Liu took off the oxygen mask afterwards.

"Brother Jiang, it's very dangerous for you to do this."

"The King of Hell told me to die in the third update, but I didn't delay the fifth update. Ahem, I've survived, which means the King of Hell wants to keep me for a few days."

Although he had just walked around the line of death, Jiang Liu's tone was as always, without a trace of fear of death.

"Yiming, has the East Bay project been launched?"

"Well, Brother Jiang, the loan has been completed and construction will be started next month."

Zhang Yiming answered respectfully like a primary school student.

He was not afraid of Jiang Liu, but because he knew that Jiang Liu had helped him so much that he would never be able to repay this kindness in his life.

"Okay, Yuan Dong, please help me get the things!"

Yuan Dong turned around and took out a briefcase from a small cabinet beside the kang.

"The things in it are of great use to you, you have to save them."

Zhang Yiming took the things over and kept them carefully.

"Yiming, you are a courageous young man. Brother Jiang admires you very much. Brother Jiang has lived hardships and has been free and easy in this life. It's not a loss, but Brother Jiang has only one regret."

Zhang Yiming sat upright, waiting for Jiang Liu's next words seriously.

"In this life, there is no child."

Zhang Yiming was a little surprised. He really didn't expect that Jiang Liu's so-called regret actually refers to this.

Although he didn't know whether Jiang Liu's past had a wife and a woman, Jiang Liu felt that he was not the kind of person who longed for his family and children.

"Yiming, I'm already in the late stage of lung cancer. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, I'm going to leave this world. Can you let me leave without regrets?"

Zhang Yiming was puzzled.

He can work hard to complete other regrets, but what should he do if he has no children?

You can't go all over the street to find a child to be your son for Brother Jiang, right?

"Yiming, you should recognize Brother Jiang as your godfather!"

Seeing the doubts and confusion in Zhang Yiming's eyes, Yuan Dong simply picked up the window paper.

Goddad?

Zhang Yiming had never thought about it before. In fact, Jiang Liu was actually several years older than Zhang Heshan, and it was more than enough to be a godfather for Zhang Yiming, but Zhang Yiming couldn't open his mouth for a while.

"Forget it, don't let Yiming be embarrassed, let him stay with me for a while!"

Jiang Liu waved his hand and then closed his eyes.

Zhang Yiming looked at Jiang Liu.

He was completely thin and looked like a face. Gone are the man who was playing the Guzheng that made him amazed at first sight. What he saw is a person who was tortured by illness and could leave the world at any time.

Zhang Yiming was even scared that Jiang Liu's closed eyes would never open again.

Yuan Dong stood aside, his eyes were red.

Zhang Yiming didn’t know how the relationship between Yuan Dong and Jiang Liu became so profound, or that the two actually had a deep friendship before.

Time is like sand stuck in glue, pinched together, making people breathless.

"Goddad!"

Just as Jiang Liu opened his eyes, Zhang Yiming blurted out.

Jiang Liu was stunned for a moment, and soon, a hint of joy appeared in his eyes, which looked like a syrup color.

Yuan Dong was also very happy and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Zhang Yiming sat by the kang and poured a glass of water for Jiang Liu.

He didn't call out this goddad in desperation.

During this difficult time when Jiang Liu closed his eyes, Zhang Yiming thought a lot. He had to face up to one thing. Even though he had no intersection with Jiang Liu, even if he had not done anything for Jiang Liu, Jiang Liu's help and support were so numerous that Jiang Liu had to count.

And invisibly, Jiang Liu gave him the confidence to gain a foothold in Dongwan and Shen'an.

If Jiang Liu really wants nothing else, there is only such a regret, Zhang Yiming can't do it, so Jiang Liu can't end with this regret.

"Brother Jiang, I'll go out and talk to everyone and arrange for Yiming to meet you in the evening."

Jiang Liu nodded and waved his hand to let Yuan Dong go out to arrange it.
Chapter completed!